

“Things have changed a lot since I was a regular at ‘A Club Called Rhonda’ almost a decade ago. That’s when Winston met the infamous Rhonda - not a person, but rather, the name of a regular monthly dance party held in one of her most beloved Los Angeles queer bars. “I didn’t know there was anything else out there.”

I felt like I wasn’t hot enough to get in anywhere and I hated everyone I spoke to but I also just felt like…this was what you had to do when you were young if you were going to be described as fun,” she says. “I did the ‘models and bottles’ club thing when I first moved from Indiana to L.A. No, she’s referring to the glittering, free-spirited, roving gay clubs, dance parties, and concerts - largely in Los Angeles and New York - that made her feel at home in queer spaces before she’d even settled into her own identity. Winston isn’t referring to the velvet rope, tip-your-promoter, $30-for-a-gin-and-tonic types of clubs you might be envisioning, though.
